Claudia and the Genius on Elm Street (11 page)

"Art classes?" I said. "But you've never taken any."

"I know," Rosie replied. "I want to start."

"Will your parents let you?"

"I'm still not sure. They said they'd talk things over with Ms. Yu. But I overheard my dad mention to my mom that there was this great art-supply store near where he works."

"That's a good sign," I said.

"Yeah. And if they say yes, I know the perfect art teacher." Rosie looked up at me with a hopeful grin.

"You mean — but I never — "I wasn't expecting her to say that, but it sounded like a fun idea. "Well, okay, it's a deal!"

"Yea!" Rosie exclaimed. "Thanks, teach."

"Oh, by the way," I said. "I forgot to tell you. I sold a third painting — Milk Duds, Spilled."

"Yeah? Who bought it?"

"Janine."

"Janine?" Rosie repeated. "That's nice. I always liked her."

She caught my glance, and we both laughed. Then we headed back to the Wilder house, skipping all the way.

have a blast." Logan stood there smiling, then he remembered Mary Anne and me. "This is Mary Anne. And this is Dawn."

"Hi," I said a little shyly.

"Dawn, hi," said Lewis. He didn't give me his big, gorgeous smile. His mouth kind of quivered up into a small shaky one. "We meet at last."